TAEKOOK (SHOT MOVIES )

MODEL❤️💦🔞( part-2)END

As Jungkook stepped into his apartment, he made a beeline for his room, his mind still reeling from the events of the day. He pushed open the door and was immediately enveloped in a sea of Taehyung's images.

Every available surface in the room was plastered with photos of Taehyung, from his earliest modeling shoots to the most recent ones. Jungkook's eyes scanned the room, taking in the sheer scale of his obsession.

He walked over to a large corkboard on one wa ooll, where he had pinned up a collection of his favorite photos of Taehyung. His eyes scanned the board, searching for a specific image.

And then, he saw it. A solo photo of Taehyung, taken earlier that day during the shoot. Jungkook's heart skipped a beat as he reached out and gently pulled the photo off the board.

He pinned it back up, but this time, he added a small, delicate pin to the corner of the photo. It was a tiny, almost imperceptible gesture, but it spoke volumes about Jungkook's feelings for Taehyung.
As Jungkook gazed at the photo of Taehyung, he let out a deep sigh, feeling a wave of sadness wash over him. He felt like he was drowning in his own emotions, unable to escape the pain that had been building up inside him.

"Why can't I be the one?" Jungkook whispered to himself, his voice barely audible. "Why can't I be the one he looks at like that?"

He thought back to the way Taehyung had smiled at Bogum, the way he had leaned into him, the way he had seemed to come alive in his presence. Jungkook's heart ached as he realized that he had never been able to elicit that kind of response from Taehyung.

"I'm just a photographer," Jungkook said to himself, his voice laced with self-pity. "I'm just a guy who takes pictures. I'll never be the one he loves."

As the tears pricked at the corners of his eyes, Jungkook felt like he was failing, like he was losing the one person he had ever truly cared about. He slumped against the wall, the photo of Taehyung still clutched in his hand, and let the sadness wash over him.

As the bell rang, Jungkook's head jerked up, and he let out a frustrated sigh. "Who is it now?" he muttered to himself, wiping away the tears that had begun to fall.

He slowly got up from the floor, the photo of Taehyung still clutched in his hand, and made his way to the door. He peered through the peephole, his heart sinking as he saw who was standing on the other side.

With a sense of resignation, Jungkook opened the door, his eyes locking onto the person standing in the hallway. But as he looked into their face,
As the boy turned to face Jungkook, he was taken aback by the boy's unusual attire. The boy was wearing a mask that covered his entire face, and his body was wrapped in layers of clothing, making it impossible to discern any defining features.

"Can I come in?" the boy asked in a muffled voice, his words barely audible through the mask.

Jungkook's instincts kicked in, and he felt a surge of wariness. "Who the hell are you?" he demanded, his eyes narrowing as he tried to get a better look at the mysterious boy.